Buzzing and biting
Begging to be let out
Boiling and scratching
Under my skin
No matter what I do
The door stays firmly shut.
I snarl, behind a smooth and calm facade.
I growl, as my words come out sweet and diplomatic.
I smile, but behind my eyes,
A million ways to ruin your life fly past.
You’re lucky for my discipline,
You’re lucky for my kindness,
Because everytime you wrong me-
Everytime you...
I wrote this pretty quickly, and a lot of the words in this were new to me (I overused Google big time). If you see any mistakes or notice anything that can be improved, definitely let me know!
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“I possess a substantial capacity for English in both its recorded and verbalized configurations,“ I said confidently.
Erik Franklin blinked and stared at me for a long moment, before he scribbled s...
I never was an early riser.
As the birds catch the worms,
I’m still caught in my slumber.
The sun rises, heating the air.
As I sleep, the ice melts:
Everyone else gets quite a scare.
Loud sounds echo. The sounds of war.
As screams ring out,
I only snore.
I wake up and the world is gone.
I never saw the changes on the horizon.
I never was an early riser....
He asked her why she was leaving
And for a moment she was disbelieving;
He spoke as if he’d thought about it and came up empty
But in reality, he’d provided her with plenty.
Then she reminded herself about what she’d realized
Just what about him she’d recognized:
Over the past few weeks, while he was away,
She realized he was never going to stay.
He would keep on leaving her without a trace
And ...
It doesn’t end with the line, because it got away from me and I couldn’t make it work. It was heavily inspired by it though so I’m posting it under the prompt anyway.
Anyway, this isn’t my best work, but better to post something than nothing! Here it is
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Nancy grinned sharply as she looked at the crowd in front of her.
They were joking and messing around with their neighbors. Once upon a ...
No one had ever managed such a feat before.
Never before had there been a person like him.
Not that he seemed particularly extraordinary. Neither his name nor his appearance seemed anything other than generic, average, mediocre - if he was special, it was only in how completely, utterly, /plainly/ ordinary he was in every way.
Nobody expected it, and perhaps that’s why it happened how it did. No...
They stared after him, and watched him go.
Alexander sniffed, tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked up at the tall, greying wizard, silently pleading for comfort.
The old man knelt, letting his staff lean against the tree, and smiled kindly. He wrapped his arms lightly around the boy, who sobbed into his robes, and he patiently patted his back.
“There, there, little one,” he said, voice ge...
